Chapter 152 Chapter 152 That rustling sound...
The rustling sound of insects crawling slowly sounded like it came from Li Hanshuang's body, as if his skin was filled with newly hatched insect eggs.
If Yang Yushu wasn't afraid of ghosts, he would have shouted that there was a ghost.
Even so, when he heard the strange, almost imperceptible sound of insects crawling, he had no choice but to turn pale, cover his wounds, and flee from this strange place.
"It seems that he won't be back for the time being." Li Hanshuang said to the system.
"What are your plans?" the system asked.
"Plans?" Li Hanshuang thought for a while, "I wanted to stay in the villa for a long time a long time ago. Now that I'm back, I want to do what I wanted to do before. I want to live here."
"Besides that? You can't," the system seemed to be hesitant to speak, "stay in the villa all the time and never go out, right? That would be so boring! You used to go out to play!"
The system's voice became quieter, as if it was afraid of disturbing the fireflies in the bushes when it mentioned the past, or perhaps it was worried that Li Hanshuang would be reminded of the past and feel sad: "I don't know if the old street is still there."
"You can go out and take a look tomorrow." Li Hanshuang answered as he walked into the house.
"That's good." The system said happily.
The next day, Li Hanshuang went out and walked onto the street, but found that the place was deserted and no longer as lively as before.
He walked on the road for a while and it was extremely quiet. There was no one around, as if everyone who had been here before had died. He couldn't help but sigh.
There was suddenly some noise in the surrounding grass. The sound was not coming towards this side, but was running away, as if it was a living thing.
Li Hanshuang followed. After a while, two dishevelled men crawled out from the bushes, knelt down towards Li Hanshuang, kowtowed and said, "Please stay!"
Li Hanshuang looked at them and asked, "Who are you?"
They answered: "We are people who live nearby."
"Did you live on that street before?" Li Hanshuang asked, pointing behind him to the street he had just walked out of.
The two nodded: "Yes, we were going to go back to get something, but we didn't expect someone to be here suddenly today, so we planned to go home."
"Then why did you move?" Li Hanshuang asked with a frown.
"Because before," the two sighed together, "the sky suddenly became dark, the ground began to shake, and many monsters appeared. We were very scared, so we thought it would be safer to hide underground, so we had to give up our original residence."
"Is the place where you live now safe?" Li Hanshuang asked thoughtfully.
"This," the two looked at each other, their faces turning green, and they complained bitterly, "It's not as good as usual! We thought we would be safe underground, but thick fog spread out from time to time, which is poisonous. We can't even breathe, our skin is ulcerated, our limbs are injured, and we have difficulty moving. We even feel pain in our eyes when we see the light. It's really hard."
"Apart from the damage on the surface of the body, are there any other changes?" Li Hanshuang asked carefully.
The two men sighed one after another: "The soil has turned black, which is a good thing because it means that the harvest will be good if we plant crops here. But we tried it and it's different from usual. No seeds will sprout when we plant them, and every time we walk on it, there will be a pit. A while ago, someone died and we had no place to put him, so we had to bury him in the soil. But he crawled out again and looked even weirder than before he died. The children were scared and cried."
"You have children?" Li Hanshuang raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, because if the environment was particularly bad, the children should have died before the adults.
"There were some," the two sighed and shook their heads, "but they all died later. It's just that there were still some alive at that time."
Li Hanshuang was silent for a while, then slowly said, "Actually, I know a little bit about medicine. If you are willing, come here tomorrow and I can take a look at you. If not, forget it."
The two men looked at each other with some confusion, and asked cautiously, "I've never heard of a doctor like you around here before?"
Li Hanshuang smiled, revealing a shy expression: "My family had a child a while ago, and he was prone to headaches and fevers. I was helpless at first, but for the sake of the child, I learned it over time. I learned it all from him. It's normal that you didn't hear about it before."
"Can it be cured?" The two men frowned, feeling a little nervous, but still very concerned. After all, this was also a hope for them. No one wanted to die while being able to live, so they couldn't help but ask.
"I cured them all," Li Hanshuang nodded, looking serious and cautious. "Every time my child got sick, I cured him."
"In that case," the two men looked at each other, nodded slightly, and replied, "We will ask when we get back. If we can come, we will definitely come."
"Okay then," Li Hanshuang nodded, "You guys go."
The two men left quickly.
Li Hanshuang returned to the villa halfway up the mountain with a heavy heart.
The system asked: "Where did you get your child?"
Li Hanshuang replied: "I don't have one, but you can give me one, just like making a vest. This should be easy for you, right?"
He paused for a moment, his expression complicated and a little sad, his voice lowered, like a wounded deer crying: "Li Baili is dead, I need a new vest."
Li Hanshuang blinked his eyes, smiled, and said to the system: "After all, no matter whether it is the real body or the vest that dies, as long as there is another body, I can survive.
Now I only have Li Hanshuang's body, which is not very safe. If Li Hanshuang is assassinated one day, won't I be dead? It's better to prepare another one in advance."
The system thought about it, nodded in agreement and said, "You are right. I will make it, but it will take a day. You have to lock yourself in the room from now on. If you are disturbed, I cannot guarantee that there will be no mistakes in the production after being disturbed."
"Come to think of it," Li Hanshuang asked, a little puzzled, tilting his head, "You didn't have this kind of request before?"
The system laughed: "I have never made a child's body as a vest for you before."
"That's true," Li Hanshuang sighed, and couldn't help asking, "Then can you make something special for me? It takes time anyway, so why not make it more suitable for me?"
"What do you mean?" the system asked curiously.
"On the first day, you're a baby. On the second day, you're a child," Li Hanshuang laughed. "On the third day, you're a teenager. On the fourth day, you're a young adult. On the fifth day, you're just like me."
"That's not impossible," the system thought about it and thought it was very interesting, so it decided to give it a try, "but this way, the production process will be more complicated, and I'm afraid you won't be able to make it in time for the meeting."
"I believe you can do it," Li Hanshuang smiled, "How about trying a little harder?"
The system looked at its own parts and data: "Okay, I can work overtime for a while, maybe I can catch up, but I can't be disturbed."
"I promise you won't be disturbed by others." Li Hanshuang returned to the room, closed the doors and windows, set up a barrier to isolate the outside sounds, and the room was dim.
He lit a candle and placed it on the table, then said to the system, "You can start now."
The system asked: "What kind of appearance do you want?"
Li Hanshuang thought for a moment and said, "Whatever you want."
The system nodded: "Then I will make it according to Li Baili and your current face."
"Everything is fine." Li Hanshuang replied while looking at the flickering candlelight.
"I'll start now." After the system prepared everything, it said to Li Hanshuang.
Li Hanshuang responded.
The system presented Li Hanshuang with a progress bar, starting from zero. When the bar was full, the production would be completed. There was no need to rush, just watch.
Li Hanshuang looked at the progress bar, nodded, sat on the edge of the bed, gradually became bored, and turned over and lay down.
Not long after, Li Qinglian came nearby.
After he failed to persuade Yang Yushu yesterday, he became very anxious. While dealing with things on the Demon Island, he was waiting for Yang Yushu to come back. He didn't know what the outcome would be if Yang Yushu and Li Hanshuang fought.
He did not doubt that Li Hanshuang could beat Yang Yushu, he only suspected that Yang Yushu might be beaten to death by Li Hanshuang, so while he was doing things, he hoped in his heart that Yang Yushu would go back soon.
When he had dealt with most of the things, he saw Yang Yushu covered in blood. He was so frightened that he felt like his soul was about to fly away. Then he recognized the man and went over to support him.
However, Yang Yushu did not appreciate his kindness and just waved his hand, asking him to move away. He then stepped aside and followed Yang Yushu and asked, "Did you go?"
"Yes." Yang Yushu nodded.
"Hit?" Li Qinglian looked at Yang Yushu.
"Yes." Yang Yushu nodded, sat on the stool, and slowly loosened his hand that was covering the wound.
The blood flowing out of his wound looked very scary, but the edges had already coagulated and formed some scabs. It was not a fatal wound, but it was definitely very painful.
Li Qinglian didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or to cheer up, so she walked beside him and asked, "Did he do anything to you?"
Yang Yushu pointed at his wound and looked at Li Qinglian, somewhat surprised, almost questioning: "Isn't this enough?"
Li Qinglian waved her hand and sat down beside him: "What's that? If he gets angry, you'll be dead long ago.
You rushed over not long after he took the body away. I was really worried that you would die at his hands. I didn't expect you to come back alive. This is a blessing. What's a little injury? I never thought you could come back without injury. "
Yang Yushu's expression was ambiguous, as if he was mocking, gloating, or even a little smug. His voice was hoarse, like a demon disguised as a sheep, and he cursed, "He's not much better."
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